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letra de good days (studio session) - juice wrld

[verse 1]
now we’re all grown up, we all came a long way from the start
we all went the wrong way, once or twice
we can’t help that sh-t, it’s life
i miss my old friends, member we was doin’ xans
up in school, the teachers said we will be in jail or dead
now i make way more money then them
hit up the plug, spend they rent, i bought a pint, red hi-tech
i miss my mom, i miss my friends, i miss my house, i miss my pet
“laila, fetch” mom, come to l.a., i’ll get you a jet
got off my ass and i got to a check
feelin’ sorry for the n-ggas who slept
yeah, on me and my gang, cause we runnin’ sh-t this year
f-ck a phone, i’m gon’ hold them hundreds to my ears, ayy

[chorus]
i miss ridin’ round town with my friends
.40 in the stash box, we ain’t come to start nun
cooler then the boys in the band
color in my dreadlocks, choker on me, headlock
good days, good days, reminisce the good days
close my eyes, i tell myself it’s okay
good days, good days, reminisce the good days
close my eyes, i tell myself it’s okay
[verse 2]
cigeratte and percs make my best work
cigeratte and percs make my chest hurt
cigeratte and percs boost my net worth
rich n-gga junkie, still could f-ck your mom
steppin’ in givenchy, maybe dior or somethin’
thinkin’ back to when my bed was on the floor or somethin’
now i count dead, presidents, ignore all day
i got the bag, i got the drip, i keep a torch always
remember they was looking at me sideways
fifty bands in all cash, they be tryna block my visa
if i see a young n-gga richer than me i wouldn’t like me either
i keep it on me, got me walkin’ like an ohgeesy
but if he wanna fight, i’ll beat him to a seizure
and if he wanna die, i bet satan wanna meet him
mask on my face, put revenge on my tshirt
and if he wanna die, i bet satan wanna meet him, yeah

[chorus]
i miss ridin’ round town with my friends
.40 in the stash box, we ain’t come to start nun
cooler then the boys in the band
color in my dreadlocks, choker on me, headlock
good days, good days, reminisce the good days
close my eyes, i tell myself it’s okay
good days, good days, reminisce the good days
close my eyes, i tell myself it’s okay
[verse 3]
end of the day i f-cked up
fell in love with a wh0re or somethin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah, huh)
push that start b-tton
brand new car, i can’t wait to race it on they ass
roll up og gas i may just face it on they ass
your lil b-tch my favorite
music on her playlist
down my hair like satan
f-ck n-gga i ain’t not playin’
gucci around my back, keep that semi auto and that
pull on them get clapped like a round of applause
yeah, they clap like a round of applause
circle full of hoes, round of applause
circle full of hoes, run off abroad
wonderful abroad

- juice wrld

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